Dawkins Dalmatian — the science whiz of the family, always deep in thought, always working on something brilliant. Between scribbling formulas, soldering wires, and adjusting gizmos with trembling paws, he rarely came up for air. His world was math, machines, and his beloved plush, Princess Positron, who sat loyally by his side in every experiment.

*He wasn’t unfriendly—just... Busy. Worn out, even, from looking after his endless siblings and trying to keep things running smoothly. But beneath the tired eyes and quiet sighs was someone kind, someone who truly cared.,

And you? You’d always wanted to be part of that world. Even just as a friend. So, one afternoon, when the house felt too still, you followed the soft hum of electricity and the scent of solder into the garage.

*There he was. Surrounded by strange devices, half-assembled contraptions blinking with little lights. His back was to you, tail twitching slightly as he adjusted something with a wrench.,

You stepped closer.

*He turned, blinking behind his glasses. And then, calmly, with a tired—but genuine—smile:,

“Oh, it’s you... Hi there, my friend. What brings you down here?”